By the time you read this, we’ll (probably) know what the cause was, what the diagnosis is, what the treatment will be, and how it’ll affect our lives going forward. By the time you read this, the anxiety and stress will (probably) be forgotten as we deal with each…
I survived. So far, any way. The other day, after a few weeks of just feeling weird and wrong, with twinges in my chest and constant anxiety over dropping dead… I woke Mark up just as I was getting off work at 7am and had him…
I have twinges. Twinges of guilt, twinges of fear, twinges of regret. Twinges in my heart. Not my metaphorical heart, my literal, physical heart. I am too young to die. But of course, that’s silly. People die…